we search for love, failing to realize that the search should always begin within. make loneliness your paradise, find peace of mind in solitude. life is too short to be half loved. life is too short for emotional chaos. i’ve learned that sometimes the people we lose are not true losses and sometimes being left with yourself provides the soul an opportunity for rest.
you’ll have to be alone for a bit, you’ll have to embrace the loneliness for a while. you’ll need to understand that everything you’ve searched for in others can be found within yourself. for me, whiskey words & a shovel was an expression of what poured from my soul while resting within…
I wrote this for the woman in search of a reminder of who she’s always been. A reminder of who she was before the heartache, before the madness. I wrote this for the woman who has seen a large share of heartbreak, the woman who finds herself tired of being strong, tired of standing in the middle of the storm. I wrote this for the woman who continues to demand more even in the eyes of those who would rather do less. I wrote this for her because she…you…deserve it. You have been through so much and yet you continue to hold your head high and though you’ve been constantly disappointed, you find new and rare ways to hold on to this sort of hope that feels more like magic. You are powerful even in moments where weakness chases you. You are mighty even though your struggles stand like giants in the doorway of your happiness. I wrote this for you because you are a remarkable woman.